Mr Popular
A party of about 10 of us went to Hamster Jam for a weekend of hijinx and mischief.

We arrived, got to the flat, briefed ourselves and headed out.

Within a few minutes we were walking down a busy street.

"Vagabond!" cried a female voice. Well - there were no doubt tens of Vagabonds in the vicinity at that juncture.

"A Vagabond!" cried now several female voices - so - very probably definitely me.

Turns out it was three girls I'd worked with in London about three years previously - they were sitting outside a cafe having a coffee.

I wandered over, chatted to them, made them laugh, and then returned to my group, looking like the absolute fucking Don.
( Je suis un vagabond is an unfunny, up your own arse middle class knob, Tue 26 Apr 2011, 11:50, Reply)